"I never joke around." Xu Zimo shook his head slightly.
"I rather agree with your view."
"Things like gods are merely placed upon pedestals."
"In truth, so-called gods are nothing more than cultivators with greater strength."
"And why should the God Clan be nobler than us humans?"
Hearing Xu Zimo's words, Xu Sanduo burst into hearty laughter.
As he laughed, tears streamed from his eyes.
At last, he had found his kind—someone who shared his ideals.
For generation after generation, his family had striven to slay gods.
Yet they had been outsiders in everyone's eyes, shunned by all.
But now, seeing Xu Zimo, he suddenly felt an overwhelming bitterness.
So there were many others in this world who shared his goal.
"May I ask where you come from, fellow Daoist?" Xu Sanduo could not help asking.
"Me? I have no home," Xu Zimo replied.
"I drift across the four seas for a single goal."
Looking at Xu Zimo, Xu Sanduo suddenly felt that the man before him possessed an unfathomably profound aura.
It was as though he could not see through him—ethereal and unreal.
Just as the two were talking, a group of people dressed in pale red robes, with swallow-shaped swords hanging from their waists, suddenly approached.
This group looked majestic and imposing, their aura vast and surging. Wherever they passed, everyone automatically moved aside to clear a path.
"They're the Divine Attendant Guards." Xu Sanduo's eyes narrowed as he said with a frown.
"Divine Attendant Guards?" Xu Zimo asked with interest.
"What are they?"
"A pack of gods' lackeys. They wear human skin, yet slaughter humans," Xu Sanduo said with a cold snort.
These so-called Divine Attendant Guards were representatives chosen by the gods from among humanity.
Whenever the God Clan found it inconvenient to appear or